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Opposite to her was a sallow-visaged young man, whose small tie seemed like a smudge of obtusively shiny black across the front of a high close-drawn collar. Then to the Dean's Head, in St. ’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. Melusine came close again, and reached up a finger tentatively to the face depicted there. “Now listen. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. ‘Not here. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. There are times when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected thing. Rather a magniloquent term, perhaps, but what else am I to say? One of these is that the most absolutely selfish thing in the world is to give way to depression, to think of one’s troubles at all except of how to overcome them. " "That's well. ’ Melusine swung away and moved to stare dully out of the window of the little chapel vestry onto the mews outside. “The Annabel who lives here, who sings every night at the ‘Unusual’? They call her by your old name. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture.
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